Li Huowang looked unsteadily at the "six people" in the distance. They were also completely different in his eyes.
The bodies are still the same, but their facial features are completely twisted, elongated, and rejoined to form different flesh-and-blood mahjong tiles.
"Stop! We will help you clean up Danyangzi now!"
After hearing these words, Li Huowang smiled as he collapsed. This smile was just an instinctive reaction, but he did not feel any joy in his heart.
He should have been happy at this time, but now Li Huowang was tortured by extreme double pain and completely lost the ability to feel joy.
All his strength was used to resist his strong will to seek death.
In a confused state, Li Huowang saw one of them speaking Santiao.
"Xuan Yang, cross your legs! Put your hands on your Dantian, pinch Wolong Jue, and guard your heart!"
Li Huowang tried his best to comply, and the blood symbols around him trembled as his body shook.
Then Li Huowang saw the six elders approaching, three feet away, sitting cross-legged in a circle.
As the six people spoke at the same time, unexpectedly what they said was not some obscure decree or weird spell, but a rhetorical question with heavy echoes.
"What is Zuowangdao?"
"Lost its limbs, dethroning intelligence, leaving the form to know, the same as Datong, this is called sitting and forgetting!"
As they talked to themselves, the clothes on the six people began to swell up in the wind and began to float in the air, and all the colors around them began to become misaligned.
"No!" A voice that didn't know where it came from instantly occupied everyone's heart, and everything around them was instantly eclipsed.
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
"No!"
The six elders repeated themselves at the same time, and the voices instantly amplified countless times.
The cracked sky began to be covered by some kind of dark clouds, and Li Huowang's fused five-sense perception gradually returned, but it was a little different from before.
"Sitting means moving. Forgetting means thinking. If you don't sit, you will stop working. If you don't forget, you will stop thinking. If you don't stop working, your mind will be quiet. If your thinking doesn't stop, your mind will be peaceful!"
After these words were spoken by the six elders, Li Huowang seemed to feel something and instantly raised his head, and then he saw Danyangzi hidden in the black clouds.
This time Danyangzi was a little different from last time. There was a translucent thing like an umbilical cord that penetrated from his abdomen and connected to Li Huowang's body.
Danyangzi's three heads looked at Li Huowang at the same time, and six pairs of eyes stared at Li Huowang with extreme hatred.
"Evil disciple! Are you looking for someone else to deal with my master again? Hum! Do you think you can escape? My master is already a god!"
"Fairy...Fairy...hehehe..." Li Huowang, on the verge of collapse, looked at those disgusting tentacle organs on Danyangzi's body.
Li Huowang took a deep breath and shouted to Danyangzi: "Can a person like you be an immortal? Why do you want to be an immortal? Is there any justice in this place!!"
"Humph! You've killed as many people as me, so what qualifications do you have to say this!"
The child's head on the right side of Danyangzi shook slightly, and a flesh-and-blood copper coin sword was entangled by his three tentacles.
With his deformed body, he flew towards the six elders below like a falcon on the black clouds.
Ignoring anything from Danyangzi above their heads, the six elders simultaneously pinched Li Huowang with both hands and pointed at the center.
"Three flowers gathering at the top is an illusion, and the clouds flying under your feet are unreal. A big dream must eventually wake up, and it has no roots and no ends and returns to dust."
As soon as these words came out, Danyangzi in the air seemed to be hit by a big mountain, and fell straight to the ground with the afterimage.
Then Li Huowang, who was on fire, began to feel something strange in his stomach, as if something was rumbling.
Maybe it hurts, but Li Huowang can no longer feel it at this time.
He only saw that the "umbilical cord" connecting him to Danyangzi had become thicker and deeper, as if he could grab it with his hands.
He tentatively tried it with his hands and found that he could really touch it, and even the "umbilical cord" was burned with a squeaking sound because of the flames on his hands.
"This... this is impossible!! I am a god now! Who dares to stop me!!" Danyang fell heavily to the ground and struggled to get up.
The six elders sighed in unison and began to read through.
"Sir, the mind is confused when the body is in shape, the mind is cute but the emotions are fleeting. The truth is beyond color and taste, the true nature is separated from the desire, and the person who can hear the subtleties to suspend faith, and listen to the images without being confused, is like a person who has
Hear the method of sitting and forgetting..."
As the loud and small sounds sounded, Li Huowang suddenly realized that everything around him was out of place.
I should have been sitting cross-legged in the middle of the crowd just now, but now I am stuck in mid-air at an angle.
This situation is not just for him, but for everyone else, there are even people whose bodies are half stuck in the mud and half outside.
Compared to them, Danyangzi changed even more. Surrounded by the sound of chanting sutras, everything about him began to melt, and the fairy belt with fluttering fairy energy fell to the ground feebly, stained with the mud of mortal world.<
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"In the ultimate path, there is nothingness, and the spirit has no way to use it. The same is true for the mind and body. It originates from the mind and body..."
As the chanting continued, Li Huowang saw a stream of white smoke coming from the mahjong heads of the six elders, entangled with each other into hemp ropes and drilled into the ground.
"This...impossible...this...impossible! I am a god...!!" This is Danyangzi's last words.
After saying this last sentence, Danyangzi collapsed completely.
Everything about his body turned into black clouds, floating into the air, and before they reached halfway, they completely dissipated.
Almost at the same time, Li Huowang began to vomit, and with a sound of "vomit~!", half of his face wrapped in tentacles was spit out.
That was half of Danyangzi's face. This half of his face was white and smelly, so he was obviously dead.
Li Huowang looked at the half of the face in front of him as if he was dreaming.
He held it up with trembling hands and watched half of Danyangzi's face burnt to ashes in his hands.
Danyangzi is gone, and what he was planning to assimilate himself at that moment is finally gone.
Li Huowang didn't feel how happy he was at this moment, he just felt empty in his heart.
The severe physical and mental pain prevented him from thinking about other complex emotions.
The six elders looked at each other and pointed at Li Huowang again.
The hook-shaped blood symbols around him slowly fell back and returned to the ground.
The dark clouds in the sky broke, and the very far and high Bahu was like a sun, shining on everyone again.
Li Huowang froze on the spot, ignoring everything around him. He didn't pay attention. He didn't want to know what the six elders were doing.
It’s already very difficult for him to insist on not committing suicide.
He didn't know when he fainted. The last thing Li Huowang saw was the burnt ashes of Danyangzi on the ground.